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The Light

It doesn't matter how long we may have been stuck in a sense of our limitations,
If we go into a darkened room and turn on the light,
it doesn't matter if the room has been dark for a day, or a week, or ten thousand years
we turn on the light and it is illumined.
Once we contact our capacity for love and happiness...
the light has been turned on.

by Lost Butterfly

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